From Anonymous:
My first Halloween ever at UB was one to be forgotten. My friends and I decided to dress up and browse Main Street in Buffalo (as all of the side streets along main street have at least 5 or 6 house parties during the warm weather portions of the semester). Being poor college students, my friends and I have make-shift costumes. Mine happend to be a backstreet boy (an important fact) which everyone mistook for a gay guy. We each pounded a bunch of beers in our room and were on our way for the night. Once we got on mainstreet, we immediately found a party.
Ten drinks later, I decide to talk to the hot girl dressed up in an angel costume. To set the scene, the hot girl has another ok looking friend and one hideous, punk rock obese friend (to put it kindly). Now, my confidence level is usually rather low as I have always been nervous when it comes to talking with the opposite sex. On this night, however, I did a damn good job. The girl was into me, and things were going well. So what do I do? Seal the deal and try and bring her back? Smoothly get closer to her and eventually lock lips and let her see how I do it? Nope because this is me. Instead of doing those, I continue to drink to hopefully keep my confidence up. Problem is, I just became obnoxious, arrogant, loud, and…obnoxious.
Needless to say, she wound up talking to someone else the rest of the night. So what did I do? Kept drinking. Now, after this, I felt pretty shitty and was willing to tell anyone this within a 10 mile radius. One of these people happened to be her unattractive, larger friend this. Now, she was a nice person, but you have to have some physical attraction…and there was NONE there. Last thing I remember, I was at the bus stop and she put her arm around me…then its all a blur. I know what you are thinking…but no, I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I guess after I got off the bus I fled from her in terror (as a random eye witness from the bus who saw me at class told me). The story doesn’t end there. My roommate came back and found me passed out on my bed with my hand over my head in a distraut manner. However, the odd thing about it was I had downloaded and put on repeat “Show me the meaning of being lonely” by the BACKSTREET BOYS.
Only in College…